Dream Journal
Damon and I were in the airport boarding an airplane to Homer. Sitting near the gate was a girl in her 20s dressed in a pastel skirt suit named Princess [—-]; she was crying about not getting her way. Damon said some mean words to her and we got onto the plane.
Not long after we arrived in Homer, a great catastrophe struck. There were mudslides and houses collapsed for no apparent reason. Most of the inhabitants fled the city, but Damon and I sought refuge with a lot of 10 to 14 year olds in an old abandoned house.
The house didn’t have electricity and all of the blinds were shut. I went around raising the window blinds so that we could see inside, but one of the kids stopped me. He lowered the blinds and tilted them so that there were openings between the slats. It didn’t let in much more light than having them closed, but the boy felt vulnerable with them all the way raised.
We hung out in the house for a few days and ran out of food. We were stuck in the house with nowhere to go and no one to help us. A phone started ringing - we followed the sound to Damon’s coat. I was angry that he had a cell phone and didn’t let us use it to call for help.
He answered it and handed the phone to me (it was a bright lime color). On the other end was Princess [—-]. She told me that she was driving down to help us, but that she wasn’t going to leave Fairbanks until the morning. I pleaded with her to leave sooner so that she could get to us today, but she snootily declined and abruptly hung up.
In the front door walked the pastor’s wife from Fairbanks. She handed me an envelope. I took it, gave her a large hug, and thanked her for coming all that way to rescue us.
She told me that she was just delivering the envelope and had no intention of letting any of us get into her car. I pleaded with her to at least take some of the children, but she refused and quickly left in her dark green blazer.
The house then looked like my parents’ basement. One of the kids, Caitlin, walked in the door shortly after the lady left - Cait lived a short walk from my parents’ house. She was dressed in white and had millions of markers in a white canvas bag hanging from her shoulder. Thinking white was inappropriate considering all the mud, I asked her what she was up to.
She told me that she was walking home to see her brother. Knowing he had a car, I couldn’t believe that she had let us be stuck without telling us of this option to leave. I asked if he could help us; she said no and left the house.
The children congregated around Damon and I as we tried to explain the plan. Damon stood on my left and I sank to my knees. I told them we had no food and no plan until the following day. I complained about no one wanting to save us. All of a sudden I looked up at Damon and told him I just realized we had missed our flight back to Fairbanks. I didn’t know if the airline would refund our tickets because of the catastrophe that was out of our control.
I turn my attention back to the children and apologized for whining to them.
Themes: Airplane/Airport